Putting My Feet in the Dirt 27

He always shared his inventions

With abstemious intentions

Blending branches thin and strong

Inventing new wines that sing along

With gastranonimous delights

To fill his lover’s hungry nights.




4 thoughts on “Putting My Feet in the Dirt 27

  1. A glass of wine
    A slice of cheese
    Baby, you know
    How to please
    You have me, darling
    On my knees
    Sweetheart, it’s too late
    To tease.

    Please don’t question
    My intention
    May we ignore
    Standard convention?
    I am ravenous, and thus
    I shall not be abstemious

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